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Thursday, October 24, 2013

And We Have a Date...

for mediation! Next month, Nov. 11. Though the defense argued against it, saying they are not ready, the judge ruled in our favor and ordered a mediation.

And it's "court ordered" so everyone has to show up. Including me. Bob is excused because of his medical condition. So, I have to find someone to take care of Bob from 8:30 a.m. until ??? Maybe all day. Because he needs peg tube administered meds at noon, I will have hire a freaking registered nurse! jeepers... Our attorney says they will pay the bill.... but... I guess it will ultimately come out of our pocket--

Nice to know, I can only be replaced by an RN! Wow. Guess I'm worth more than I think.

I just hope the defense will come to the table with some serious offers and a willingness to negotiate...

Lets see.....if the RN worked a normal 40 hr week, you are worth at least 4.2 RN's....LOL. Then add into the works your doctor expertise, a bit of pharmacist, and a lot of physical therapist, I'd definitely say you are worth more than an RN. No one can replace what you are and have been doing so well.

I hope your mediation goes well and the defense doesn't go into a delaying action.

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About Me

Bob and I were married 09/16/94. He is my soulmate, the love of my life. Bob is an artist and I am a writer.
On 10/20/10, Bob, following his doctor's advice, underwent a carotid endarterectomy. When I left him in ICU that night, he was fine and I thought in good hands. Two hours after my departure, a nurse noted on his chart that Bob's speech was slurred and his right arm was paralyzed. The nurse did not call a doctor. Later that night, the nurse noted that Bob could not move his right arm or leg, still a doctor was not called. The next morning, the nurse noted that he was paralyzed on the right side, a "12" on the Glasgow Coma Scale, disoriented and confused, but no doctor was informed. I arrived at 9:00 a.m. and immediately called for the doctor. He was rushed to surgery. It was 12 hours too late. The CAT scan showed 2/3 of his brain had been damaged. I was told he would not survive. Somehow, he did.
Bob was discharged from the hospital on 12/31/10 and, although the hospital wanted him sent to a nursing home, I brought him home instead. This is the story of our journey since that day. This is also a love story.
(Bob passed away 5/28/15 and I am trying to survive....)